Monday, November 29, 2004

ENTRY #TWENTY-FOUR


Dad on Thanksgiving Day, 2004

ENTRY #TWENTY-THREE

Four Generations of the Ray White Family, Pictured on Thanksgiving Day. The ages run from 3 years old to 91 years old.

Monday, November 22, 2004

ENTRY # TWENTY TWO.

Good Morning.
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I am still here. Just haven't had time to write anything for the last few weeks . But I hope to get busy now. It's a few days yet untill Thanksgiving Day, but anyway I am going to post my favorite poem by Edgar Guest that I like , Titled " The Old-Fashioned Thanksgiving ." I am old enough to remember Thangsgiving days likes this, what sweet memories.

The Old Fashioned Thanksgiving.

It may be I am getting old and like too much to dwell, Upon the days of byegone years, the days I loved so well; But thinking of them now I wish somehow that I could know A simple Thanksgiving Day, like those of long ago, When all the family gathered round a table richly spread, With little Jamie at the foot and grandpa at the head, The youngest of us all to greet the oldest with a smile, With mother running in and out and laughing all the while.

It may be I'm old-fashioned, but it seems to me today, we're too much bent on having fun to take the time to pray; Each little family grows up with fashions of its own; It lives within a world itself and wants to be alone. It has its specail pleasures, its circle, too, of friends, There are no get-together days; each one his journey wends, Pursuing what he likes the best in his particular way, Letting the others do the same, Upon Thanksgaing Day.

I like the olden way the best, when relatives were glad, To meet the way they used to do when I was but a lad; the old home was a rendzvous for all our kith and kin, And whether living far or near they all came trooping in, With shouts of "Hello, daddy!" as they fairly stormed the place, And made a rush for mother, who stop to wipe her face, Upon her gingham apron before she kissed them all, Hugging them proudly to her breast, the grownups and the small.

The laughter rang throughout the hoome and Oh, the jokes they told! From Boston, Frank brough new ones, but father sprang the old, All afternoon we chatted, telling what we hoped to do, The struggles we were making and the hardships we'd gone through; We gathered round the fireside. How fast the hours would fly-
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Bye for now.


Monday, November 08, 2004

ENTRY # TWENTY ONE.

Good Afternoon.

I don't seem to have anything to talk about today. We were very busy yesterday and I was very tired last night, so I have just been taking it easy today. We are sure having some nice weather here in the Tennessee Valley. Early this morning tempeature was 45, skies blue, bright sunshine and no chance of rain for a few days . High today was only 59.

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A little poem by Margaret Sangster and then I am going to stop untill I have someting to say.

" Oh, face to face with trouble, Friend, I have often stood, To learn that pain has sweetness, To know that God is good. Arise and meet the daylight, Be strong and do your best, With an honest heart and a childlike trust, That God will do the rest.

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Dad.

Saturday, November 06, 2004

ENTRY #TWENTY

Good Morning.
It's a beautiful morning in the Tennessee Valley. The sky is a beautiful blue, not a cloud to be seen, At 7 A.M. the temperature was 39 and we expect it will go to 65 today. No rain is expected for several days.
I feel good this morning, don't seem to have any complaints. Just hope that I can do a few things today that are needing to be done.
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Here is a little poem by Edgar Guest that I think is good.
How and Why.
Still as children asking why, Adults gaze upon the sky. Still as children, grownups seek, Reason for the comet's streak; Still to sages baffling are, Sun and planet, moon and star. On a garden's tiny space, Miracles are taking place. And as children, Age explores, God's bewildering out-of-doors. Questing, till the day they die, Life's great mystery - how and why ?
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A little thought for today.
" The difficulties of life are intended to make us better, not bitter "
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All for today, see you soon. BYE BYE.

Thursday, November 04, 2004

ENTRY # EIGHTEEN

Hope all is going good in your part of the world. We are having some wet weather in the Tennessee Valley. More rain predicted for today. My main interest is in growing Tomatoes. But since our season is over I have to think and write about other things. But just until spring comes again, then you will be hearing a lot from me about tomatoes. This is all I am going to have for today. I will have more pictures in a few days. When you have time look at my Journal, Dad's Tomato Garden Journal. Hope to talk to you soon.

BYE BYE

Monday, November 01, 2004

ENTRY #SEVENTEEN


YRose2004, originally uploaded by Tomato Specialist.
Good Morning,

Above is the rose that we were talking about in Dad's Tomato Garden Journal.

To day is Wednesday Nov. 4-o3-o4 I don't have any thing for today, Mabye tomorrw.


Dad.